Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.